The time, alas,
has come again
for the world to
go to sleep. The moon peaks in
her face of beauty,
with eyes like
shining opals.
Keeping a caring
and watchful gaze
on her
beloved child. She gently cradles her
back and forth,
as the child drifts
into space.
Humming a hymn of
ebbs and flows…
hushing the child
in rhythmic waves. For the sun has given
his all today.
Showering this one
with everything
he could give —
the warmth of a blazing fire,
and the grace
of a candle’s flame.
